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Ages-Mimi and Izzy: 21
Bleeding
Mimi Izumi shut the door slowly as she stepped into her 4-room flat. She dropped her bag lightly on the ground and sank to her knees. All the pain and grief from the morning was trying to burst out and make her cry. "Like a dam," she thought.
This morning's events had left her totally stunned. They played over and over in her head like a movie. The telephone call, the taxi ride downtown, the remains of the fire, the screams and tears of victims and family members. And the most vivid of them all: the memory of her newlywed husband lying on the hospital bed, bleeding to death, his face charred and black.
That morning, Mimi had gotten a telephone call. Those words would sting her forever. "Mrs. Izumi, there has been a fire down at the office where your husband works. We need you to come down and identify him." The most horrible thing about the call was that the speaker showed no signs of emotion. He didn't say sorry or try to comfort her.
She had arrived at the destroyed building, only to find her husband not there. She had become hysterical and would have started pulling out her hair if a young policeman hadn't told her that a bunch of extremely wounded survivors had been taken to the hospital.
Mimi had rushed down to the hospital. Her husband, Izzy, was in intensive care, but everyone had known that that wouldn't save him. He was going to die. Mimi had gone to see Izzy and found him barely breathing. He looked up at her and smiled. He murmured "I love you," and for the first time in a very long time, she started to cry. Silent tears rolling down her face like a waterfall.
"I love you, too," she had sobbed through her tears. Then he had smiled at her and died.
Now, just thinking about it made her tears spill over again. They splashed on the ground and soon the carpet was soaked.
Then a thought came to her head. A desperate thought. A dangerous thought. It burned in her head until she couldn't think of anything but that thought.
She stood up and immediately fell down. So, instead she crawled into the kitchen. She stood up again and grabbed the counter to steady herself and yanked the utensil drawer open. In there, as expected, were forks, spoons and knives. She picked up the biggest knife and held it up. It gleamed in the moonlight. Then she noticed another knife, smaller than the first one but with a sharper point. Mimi held up both of them and asked herself, "Which one is sharper? I'll have to test them."
She put the cold blade of the first knife to her arm, shut her eyes and cut her bare skin.
There was a quick moment of pain, as expected and then… something else.
Pleasure.
Mimi looked from the knife to her arm. Both were dripping in blood. Yes, she had enjoyed that. She tested the other knife and found it sharper. Now she was sitting in a pool of her own blood.
Mimi started to take off her shirt. Her hands were sweaty and trembling, but she managed to take it off. She put the knifepoint to her chest and prayed that she could be with her dead husband. Then she plunged the knife into her chest.
This was not as pleasurable. She pulled out the knife and fell to the ground. She twisted in pain and gasped for air.
Then… it was all over.
A/N- Isn't it stupid? This is one of my early attempts so no flames, PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!
R+R!